A dad who had done it all for his kids,
Endured the storms, the falls, the skids.
Sacrificed every dream, every call
No pride, no pause he gave it all.
He only cared about their needs,
Their laughter, comfort, daily feeds.
That was enough to make him stay,
The man who went all the way.
He made sure they were always fed,
Surplus stacked and nothing said.
He didn’t mind what went to waste,
Their picky moods, their shifting taste.
He was not a millionaire, but they lived like one,
Because he made sure his children lacked none.
Not with riches, but with what he gave
A father’s heart, relentless and brave.
He sacrificed his deepest needs
For bedtime hugs and lunchtime feeds.
He worked and broke, but never withdrew
A bond so strong, so rare, so true.
He took full care of those he made,
Through every storm, through every shade.
Even when his soul grew weak,
He chose to love, not to speak.
For with his partner, pain ran deep
Toxic words, long nights with no sleep.
But still he pushed, through dark and grey,
Hoping to find the light someday.
Knowing that his strength would fade,
Still, every burden he gladly laid.
He went all in until the end
A father, warrior, and best friend.
But in the end, that hopeful light,
Turned into shadow, lost from sight.
Ruined by the one he had once known,
The one who left his soul alone.
And how is it fair he’s gone today,
While time forgets what truth won’t say.
She caused the weight he had to bear,
Yet walks untouched, without a care.
She wears the crown love never earned,
While he’s the one for whom we yearned.
He paid the cost she never faced
Yet she stands proud, and he’s erased.
Since you left us on that March day,
The skies turned gray, then wouldn’t stray.
Endless rain like tears that fall,
A mournful echo of your call.
A gloomy hush hung in the air
Proof that life had been unfair.
Even the heavens seemed to say:
You should not have gone this way.
Gloomy clouds refuse to part
A weathered mirror of our heart.
Unfair the way you slipped away,
While storms still cry to mark the day
So this Father’s Day, we speak your name
Not for wealth, not worldly fame.
But for the fights you fought unseen,
For what you gave, for where you’d been.
For the man who gave his best
While carrying weight none could have guessed.
He was the shield, the path, the flame
A quiet hero with no acclaim.
He didn’t just go the distance
He became the road
So his children could run.
For all you gave, and couldn’t say,
We honor you this Father’s Day.
For all he gave, and all he faced,
For every tear the years erased
And so we stand, through ache and grace,
Your memory time cannot erase.
You were the man who chose to stay
The one who gave his all each day.
The man who loved in quiet sway
The man who went all the way
— Mekdes